tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185678892024-03-13T10:25:15.714-04:00It's a Maze aaand a Maracawhere it's at, at any given momentkimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-4239913264716688282020-09-19T15:18:00.004-04:002020-09-19T15:18:51.138-04:002020<p> 2020, how are you doing?</p><p><br /></p>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-56132001163927419342014-05-06T00:00:00.003-04:002014-05-06T00:00:57.314-04:00I think I hate the words "New Normal"I need to write for cathartic reasons. I don't have time right now, but wanted to at least get it out there that "New Normal" is bothersome. <br />
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Life event. There is a before and there is an after. There is no going back, so you get forced into the new normal, and I am just not right with the concept. Find a way to be okay with this shit deal. Million reasons for gratitude, could have been worse -- for real, but it's still a shit deal.kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-70615753843518380482012-12-12T12:26:00.000-05:002012-12-12T12:26:39.859-05:00If I am going to get a 2012 date stamp, may as well be this one12kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-78889465805925623962011-06-06T08:04:00.007-04:002011-06-06T10:02:23.461-04:002011 postCame here to visit today -- took me a moment to remember how to sign in to blogger. Hello blog and blogger friends, I feel like I am visiting my internet home town. <div><br /></div><div>We've lost a friend since we last spoke and I really feel the absence of TTQ now that I'm here. <div><br /></div><div>Dang, I'm rusty. I want to say things and honor the loss of a special friend, but the writing is just not here, but it's definately an absence in this space. I'm a little overwhelmed by emotion at the moment. I feel that very special understanding and connection -- that weird little 'goes without saying' between us personal journal type bloggers. You're not here, I feel it and I miss you.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>As for this blog -- I think about starting a new one sometimes. I'd like to join in on the "My town Monday" and/or join a photo story thread. I could start here, maybe go through the archives and delete some of the public floggings of the spouse so I can invite family. (Listen, you marry someone with Asperger's and then we'll talk about it... and they don't let you spouse bash on the Aspie message boards, or I would have joined a group by now. Besides, all my rantings were from before I figured it out, so we're lucky I had a place to vent or my children could have been from a broken home by now). I really thought he had brain damage from his drug induced youth, but then someone suggested Asperger's ... it took a while for it to really sink in, that it was more than a personality quirk and that lack of "theory of mind" is pretty much an explanation for all of the - fork in the eye - moments... There's so much more to it, integration issues and a whole picture that is the deal with Asperger folk -- posts, many posts -- could do a whole blog on just that, but I won't.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, stopping by for a visit and getting a post with 2011 stamped on it. I miss the writing connection with myself, there's nothing quite like that space one cuts through in order to get at the things waiting to be said or told. I miss connecting to kindreds through sharing... </div><div><br /></div><div>I really doubt I'll start another blog, but maybe I'll post again before 2012... who knows?</div><div><br /></div><div>That's it for today, blogger buddies. Nice to see you all again :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-15132810987857070982010-02-26T08:41:00.007-05:002010-02-26T09:12:12.637-05:00Don't call us, we'll call youI'm such a liar. I really thought I would be posting sooner.<div><br /></div><div>Currently, most of my creative energy is on hold and obsessing over the arrival of my kitchen cabinets. It's like the suburban housewife equivalent of a teenager waiting for <i>that boy</i> to call. I'm trying to pretend I don't care and have other things to do with my time and I'm okay either way, really. I'm trying to trick the universe into believing me, because you know the goods will never arrive if I care too much about superficial things like that -- it's the rules.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ikea, take your time with those affordable, organization oriented, dampered drawer cabinets of yours.</div><div><br /></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-43223023626279361792010-01-29T09:31:00.003-05:002010-01-29T09:35:49.967-05:00I'm still hereI'm alive and well and have some posts brewing. I'm claiming the old, "been too busy to blog". But all along my kids and family have been cute, wise, terrible and otherwise blog worthy. I've got a serious post or two, not sure I'll ever get around to those, but I ruminate on the ideas just in case.<div><br /></div><div>I received a comment on my dear abandoned blog and am taking it as a prompter to get back in the swing.</div><div><br /></div><div>See you soon blog buddies!</div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-77068100202642754282009-07-01T14:31:00.003-04:002009-07-01T14:47:12.818-04:00The Giant FootprintI've just been sworn to secrecy - so between me, you and the internet -- my children have found a giant shoe print in the sand. They were at the park with the neighbor kid and they found it. They had buried something and marked it with a rubber-band X and now there is nothing but the footprint -- a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Giant </span>one -- the rubber-bands are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">gone!</span> All three of the girls are breathless with excitement.<div><br /></div><div>Yesterday they had found some money in the sand and that is why they buried something in the lucky spot and then marked it. They have dug in the sand near the foot and have found a brick -- there are letters on the brick and they believe it to be some sort of code -- a code for money? </div><div><br /></div><div>They are going to dig to see what's buried beneath the brick -- they think the foot may belong to the money leaver and that he has returned to burry more -- soon they may be rich!</div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-50736964661114935692009-05-23T08:59:00.003-04:002009-05-23T09:07:36.259-04:00I have the best kidsToday is my birthday, but my kids started with the birthday treatment yesterday. Lizzie prepared a glass of seltzer with a pineapple garnish (so fancy) -- she set it by the computer where she was sure I would see it. I've also received a special card and flower pot (also by the computer). <div><br /></div><div>Winnie has been all manners and "can I get you anything, mom?" And both have been asking many questions about my favorite types of food.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love being a mom.</div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-49072694917781662882009-05-01T13:27:00.003-04:002009-05-01T13:59:08.008-04:00I love bloggersI just needed to take a moment to express a little gratitude to my blogging friends and community.<div>Somewhere inside of me there is a commandment, "thou shalt not blog a rant without contextualizing". Unfortunately, there is an even larger over-ride button and the bitter pen will throw a beloved under the nearest and largest freight train with nothing more than a minor hesitation before hitting that orange publish button.</div><div>I am happy to say that most people understand that I am just having a moment and are very supportive. I love you guys for that. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks friends.</div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-25538551608051736102009-04-21T12:55:00.002-04:002009-04-21T12:59:38.981-04:00Frustrated"I hate that every time I try to make a point you put me on some kind of proving ground."<br /><br />"<em>When</em> have I ever made you prove anything?"kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-71341855031220106482009-04-06T10:57:00.006-04:002009-04-06T17:28:24.359-04:00All about odds<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SdokH9DGfTI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ZW5MCJ1yvd0/s1600-h/museum2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321605628756917554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SdokH9DGfTI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ZW5MCJ1yvd0/s320/museum2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SdokH-u7zoI/AAAAAAAABQw/3W9NUeMWj4E/s1600-h/museum6.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321605629209202306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SdokH-u7zoI/AAAAAAAABQw/3W9NUeMWj4E/s320/museum6.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SdokHWagprI/AAAAAAAABQo/uW9BebEE8PU/s1600-h/museum5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321605618386118322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SdokHWagprI/AAAAAAAABQo/uW9BebEE8PU/s320/museum5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob1KSnrbI/AAAAAAAABQg/iA1OqfXTPD8/s1600-h/museum3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321596509801131442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob1KSnrbI/AAAAAAAABQg/iA1OqfXTPD8/s320/museum3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0yARFgI/AAAAAAAABQY/cdVuETwWsV0/s1600-h/Copy+of+museum+with+pritz+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321596503281702402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0yARFgI/AAAAAAAABQY/cdVuETwWsV0/s320/Copy+of+museum+with+pritz+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0kp4ueI/AAAAAAAABQQ/wl7YWUKNwpY/s1600-h/Copy+of+museum+with+pritz+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321596499698170338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0kp4ueI/AAAAAAAABQQ/wl7YWUKNwpY/s320/Copy+of+museum+with+pritz+059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0YVk_BI/AAAAAAAABQI/3umLfaQu4-s/s1600-h/museum+with+pritz+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321596496391765010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0YVk_BI/AAAAAAAABQI/3umLfaQu4-s/s320/museum+with+pritz+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0WyjuJI/AAAAAAAABQA/jHob_d5j1BQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+museum+with+pritz+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321596495976446098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/Sdob0WyjuJI/AAAAAAAABQA/jHob_d5j1BQ/s320/Copy+of+museum+with+pritz+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>On my very first venture off of my own blog and out into blogland I came across <a href="http://oddthots.blogspot.com/">a blog</a>, fell in love with the writing, dropped a note to say so and made my very first blogger buddy. That was over three years ago and we've been the Internet version of pen pals ever since. Despite the fact that she lives in India, I've always had the sense that one day we would be in the same coffee house chatting it up in person.</div><div></div><div></div><div>I'm not one to think I'm some kind of psychic, really, quite the opposite -- I tend to over think things to the point of not being able to pull common sense from the stream of worry and alternate possibilities that runs below the surface, some days like a constant ticker tape. However, for the C<em>hicken Soup</em> aspect of this story, I think it's important to note that I had the sense we would meet. </div><br /><div>Strange how the world turns, as fate would have it, she landed a temporary job in my country -- in my state -- practically in my town! She is in my old town and thirty minutes from where I live. </div><br /><div>Really!</div><br /><div>Saturday we met it person and I have to say, she translates from written to human form just as I suspected she would. If I could only use one word to describe her it would have to be, delightful. My kids want to see her again, <em>tomorrow</em>! </div><br /><div>Preethi is a girl who likes to travel and I've had many a vicarious adventure through the pictures and words of her blog. We didn't make it to a coffee house, but we did meet up at the Milwaukee Art Museum. When I first saw her standing on the deck of the landmark building it was as close as real life gets to a moment from a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gabriel_Garc%C3%ADa_M%C3%A1rquez">Gabriel García Márquez </a>story -- it was like one of her blog adventure photos suddenly come to life and I was temporarily part of a living photo, then we meet and the photo fades into real life chatting and museum browsing. </div><div></div><div>I can't wait until our next adventure, or more likely -- tame barbecue at my house.</div><div></div><div>Anyone else want to come?</div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-43265644420450948302009-04-04T14:01:00.002-04:002009-04-04T14:06:10.779-04:00Oddly enoughI am meeting a blogger buddy today!<br />She used to live far, far away, but now she lives close, very close. In fact, our designated meeting time is 2:00 p.m. and it is currently 1:03 and I'm blogging.<br /><br />Can you guess which of my sidebar pals it is?kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-36749665792372056522009-03-24T09:56:00.004-04:002009-03-24T10:08:17.452-04:00I may have to toss my computer out the windowI seem incapable of saying no to the time suck of the web this week. I have things to do. Boring things, but they must get done, nonetheless. It's raining, I'm kind of cranky -- sacrificing an entire day to the keyboard just seems so much more appealing than my responsibilities right now.<br /><br />And fricken facebook -- what of that? Connecting with friends has been great, but the compulsive checking of my page...lovely, and much like a hole in my head.<br /><br />Thank you blog, for letting me get that off of my chest. I'm going to go do ten minutes of Pilates and see if that won't remove some of the tension that I am feeling today.kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-5642072407764506162009-03-22T13:13:00.009-04:002009-03-23T10:29:09.997-04:00A story of luck and charm for all my friends who are sick of looking at the Wisconsin State Capital<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZzhjn2xaI/AAAAAAAABNU/2Hao51EDArY/s1600-h/Lizzie+march+2009+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316063430492734882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZzhjn2xaI/AAAAAAAABNU/2Hao51EDArY/s320/Lizzie+march+2009+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyvnRriQI/AAAAAAAABNM/IK-J4yt1GJc/s1600-h/Lizzie+march+2009+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316062572480006402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyvnRriQI/AAAAAAAABNM/IK-J4yt1GJc/s320/Lizzie+march+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyvFsqIBI/AAAAAAAABNE/4YUjPA6Zt8M/s1600-h/Lizzie+march+2009+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316062563466354706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyvFsqIBI/AAAAAAAABNE/4YUjPA6Zt8M/s320/Lizzie+march+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyu6xFihI/AAAAAAAABM8/YVe8d7eeXJU/s1600-h/Lizzie+march+2009+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316062560532138514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyu6xFihI/AAAAAAAABM8/YVe8d7eeXJU/s320/Lizzie+march+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyuGtKdEI/AAAAAAAABM0/uX6VRwvvAnE/s1600-h/Lizzie+march+2009+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316062546557039682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZyuGtKdEI/AAAAAAAABM0/uX6VRwvvAnE/s320/Lizzie+march+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZytvX5aVI/AAAAAAAABMs/Ii5bD3Shtz4/s1600-h/Lizzie+march+2009+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316062540293826898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/ScZytvX5aVI/AAAAAAAABMs/Ii5bD3Shtz4/s320/Lizzie+march+2009+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Do you understand what is happening in these pictures?</div><div></div><div>A leprechaun trap is being set. You had to be here for the full effect because Lizzie was certain of her genius. </div><div></div><div>Once enticed by the cheddar bunnies, the leprechaun would enter the kennel whereupon hearing the kennel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">commotion</span>, Lizzie (or Rich, or I) would pull the yellow string, which would shut the kennel door, thus trapping the leprechaun and forcing him to give up all of his gold in order to be set free.</div><div></div><div>There was also a softer plan involving trade. The bag held two quarters and a few chocolate kisses. Lizzie wrote a note explaining the desired trade.</div><div></div><div>In the end, the stealthy leprechaun came, took the booty, made a mess of my living room and peed green in our toilet. On the bright side, he did turn her money into golden wrapped chocolate -- not the real gold she was hoping for, but better luck next year Busybeth.</div></div></div></div></div></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-91649241231362103682009-02-24T10:29:00.009-05:002009-02-24T12:05:08.929-05:00Wisconsin State Capital Feild Trip<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQlVbEMDNI/AAAAAAAABMk/wpMlfT6Ssos/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(4).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407310922091730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQlVbEMDNI/AAAAAAAABMk/wpMlfT6Ssos/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(4).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQlVIky68I/AAAAAAAABMc/-ChXQ-oj63g/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(46).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306407305958583234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQlVIky68I/AAAAAAAABMc/-ChXQ-oj63g/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(46).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1y_gPxI/AAAAAAAABMU/sisF1Jvt-wo/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(60).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400170519314194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1y_gPxI/AAAAAAAABMU/sisF1Jvt-wo/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(60).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1-LBkQI/AAAAAAAABMM/kNLjo9q2Qms/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(59).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400173520425218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1-LBkQI/AAAAAAAABMM/kNLjo9q2Qms/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(59).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1henNQI/AAAAAAAABME/T-l3a4FLyAQ/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(52).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400165817955586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1henNQI/AAAAAAAABME/T-l3a4FLyAQ/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(52).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1XJ8pvI/AAAAAAAABL8/z1iHufCTFhQ/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(19).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400163046926066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1XJ8pvI/AAAAAAAABL8/z1iHufCTFhQ/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(19).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1WQps3I/AAAAAAAABL0/IZT0MUoMm1c/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400162806608754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQe1WQps3I/AAAAAAAABL0/IZT0MUoMm1c/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQdgHLop1I/AAAAAAAABLs/rI9HgacXrkI/s1600-h/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(26).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306398698470156114" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQUf3Z_7TI/AAAAAAAABKc/1sgvXGVbTEA/s320/Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(5).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQUf0oR9lI/AAAAAAAABKU/ShqBkmRH8QQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(54).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388797885380178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQUf0oR9lI/AAAAAAAABKU/ShqBkmRH8QQ/s320/Copy+of+Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+February+2009+(54).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQUfebS87I/AAAAAAAABKM/itCUnA3C8Gg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+Feb+2009+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388791925339058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SaQUfebS87I/AAAAAAAABKM/itCUnA3C8Gg/s320/Copy+of+Winnie%27s+Poynette+Pics+Feb+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The Capital Building pictures were taken with the little camera.<br /><br /><div>The light in that building is something else, not to mention --holy gilded building batman! </div><br /><div>The reddish picture in the middle is of the Governor's conference room -- that's Winnie in the Governor's chair. </div><div></div><div>Click on the dome picture (6th from the bottom) to see better detail and to see the W's surrounding the center painting.<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-39604535167147707762009-02-11T21:05:00.006-05:002009-02-11T21:21:42.331-05:00I So Don't Do Mysteries by Barrie Summy: Book Review<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SZOEb4RL84I/AAAAAAAABJQ/cJmonqOjTTc/s1600-h/christmas+and+light+play+2008+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301726800841012098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SZOEb4RL84I/AAAAAAAABJQ/cJmonqOjTTc/s320/christmas+and+light+play+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SZOEbtLAISI/AAAAAAAABJI/plO56-ldLzQ/s1600-h/christmas+and+light+play+2008+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301726797862281506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SZOEbtLAISI/AAAAAAAABJI/plO56-ldLzQ/s320/christmas+and+light+play+2008+069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SZOEbsllLeI/AAAAAAAABJA/Okfv-5QbZT0/s1600-h/christmas+and+light+play+2008+068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301726797705326050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SZOEbsllLeI/AAAAAAAABJA/Okfv-5QbZT0/s320/christmas+and+light+play+2008+068.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Friends, a special treat today -- my daughter Winnie is taking over my blog so that she may post a book review.</em></div><em></em></div><div><em><div>Enjoy...<br /></em><br /><br /></div><div>On a scale of 1 to 10 I would give this book a 10. And by the way 10 is a MUST READ. I think this book is amazing! Bravo Barrie! Not only is this a mystery book, but it is a romance novel too. A perfect way to get the best of both worlds. It has characters very different from eachother, and that is a really great charactaristic in a book. I mean, think about it, it would be the most freakin' boring book if all of the characters were the same. Again, bravo Barrie! I recomend checking out this book at your nearest book store. I got mine at Borders. And as you can see I am very siked to get the book from Borders, at the mall on Christmas Eve. I gaurantee you'll LOVE,LOVE,LOVE this book, because I have great taste, and I liked it, a thankyouverymuch.</div></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-90689860876358093112009-02-07T10:39:00.004-05:002009-02-07T11:11:24.846-05:00What's so great about a bunch of vidiots sitting around, peacefully playing their games?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SY2rkIEEoxI/AAAAAAAABI4/zkiX7enxXRQ/s1600-h/jessie+feb+2009+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300080973613146898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SY2rkIEEoxI/AAAAAAAABI4/zkiX7enxXRQ/s400/jessie+feb+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SY2rj1UNjKI/AAAAAAAABIw/zMBe__d2gQ4/s1600-h/jessie+feb+2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300080968580566178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SY2rj1UNjKI/AAAAAAAABIw/zMBe__d2gQ4/s400/jessie+feb+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The miracle here is that this is 35 minutes before we have to leave the house for school. </div><div> </div><div>That's right, you are looking at three calm children on a school day -- <em>before school</em>. Nobody is fighting, having a fit or ignoring marching orders.</div><div> </div><div>I know all parents who are reading this are yelling at the screen, "How did you do it, Kim?!"</div><div> </div><div>I'll tell you -- it's the third kid -- the one who doesn't belong to me.</div><div> </div><div>Don't worry, she's no golden child -- they don't exist. She is an angel when she's at my house, but as soon as her mom comes to pick her up, she forgets how to tie her own shoes and needs "<em>heheheeeeelp</em>" from her mom.</div><div> </div><div>Neither here nor there -- the deal here is that her parents needed a favor, so she stayed over on a school night, which proved to be enough of a novelty to have everyone rush to get ready so they could play before school.</div><div> </div><div>Nice.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><div></div></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-47790112240110178022009-01-22T14:58:00.003-05:002009-01-22T15:21:28.234-05:00Proud momentsWhen I correct my kids, often times they take themselves <em>way</em> too seriously and a small bicker fest ensues. I get worried -- maybe they won't ever learn to take their lumps, never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">develop</span> the ability to make it on the mean streets.<br /><br />This week Winnie has been on a sassy streak. I don't remember which particular prompted her to talk to me like I was so stupid this time, but I asked, "Gee Winnie, how do you live with such a stupid mom?"<br /><br />She said, "I manage."<br /><br />I was so proud.kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-22110064332278520062009-01-17T15:06:00.003-05:002009-01-17T15:15:29.647-05:00Okay, I'll admit it -- I've been seeing other websitesMy blog is dying from neglect due to <em>facebook</em>. I haven't had the time to do regular posts, so I've been getting my quick fix over at the other place.<br />I miss my blogger buddies though. I've found a couple of you, but if the rest of you have a page, drop me an e-mail so I can find you.<br /><br />I'm not killing the blog off, but for the near future, I'm just too busy with the podcasting fourth graders to get quality time with my PC.<br /><br />Happy New Year friends!!!kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-39542786789723032172009-01-12T21:53:00.002-05:002009-01-12T22:05:15.812-05:00I married him for his ingenuity<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SWwCk_kpZDI/AAAAAAAABG4/nFZm5gqpRDA/s1600-h/grandpa%27s+house+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290606496817177650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SWwCk_kpZDI/AAAAAAAABG4/nFZm5gqpRDA/s400/grandpa%27s+house+040.jpg" border="0" /></a> I thought anyone still reading this blog might enjoy this little tid-bit. Rich didn't want to get any needles in the carpet while dragging the tree out -- his answer?<br /><br />Lawn bags and a sawzall.<br /><div></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-55388255680582919422009-01-08T23:14:00.007-05:002009-01-09T00:17:08.714-05:00Cafe' Au Lait in driftwood (like you might find on an island beach)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SWbPszN7DJI/AAAAAAAABGw/Ch4851VKFfQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+mary%27s+new+dog+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289143180963024018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SWbPszN7DJI/AAAAAAAABGw/Ch4851VKFfQ/s400/Copy+of+mary%27s+new+dog+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Get taken away to exotic beaches. Immerse yourself in island life. Feel the heat of the tropics and the passion within the pages of this romantic gem.</div><div></div><div>If I were single and still in my twenties, I'd hop on a plane and head for the nightlife of Trinidad.</div><div></div><div>Nice read <a href="http://lianespicer.blogspot.com/">Liane</a>! </div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-89420417932321418872008-12-24T20:37:00.003-05:002008-12-24T21:05:12.091-05:00Last minute shopping<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SVLkHJA76_I/AAAAAAAABGo/qKayGjVvE0M/s1600-h/christmas+and+light+play+2008+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283536124189076466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SVLkHJA76_I/AAAAAAAABGo/qKayGjVvE0M/s400/christmas+and+light+play+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Today Lizzie reminded me that we had not yet seen Santa. Like last year, we trekked to the mall on Christmas Eve to see the jolly old elf in order to get the Christmas wishes in the official wishing ear.<br /><br />While at the mall we picked up our copy of <em>I So Don't Do Mysteries.</em> I think Winnie will finish this one in no time. First she made me promise not to start reading without her, then she weaseled it from me and has begun reading <em>without me! </em><br />I know reading is a solitary thing, but not always in our house -- we still read out loud before bed and I thought that was when we would be reading this book.<br /><br /><a href="http://barriesummy.blogspot.com/">Barrie,</a> I'm happy to report that when I asked her if it was good so far, Winnie gave a very enthusiastic, "<em>uh huh</em>!"kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-70827751230090519562008-12-22T19:38:00.003-05:002008-12-22T19:43:10.527-05:00McDreamy Wedding<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SVAzQ_c64TI/AAAAAAAABGg/v6XhKVUbRoA/s1600-h/mcdreamy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282778729909248306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4ArfxVreJs/SVAzQ_c64TI/AAAAAAAABGg/v6XhKVUbRoA/s400/mcdreamy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />While cleaning out my photo files I came across this gem my sister took of me and McDreamy. I did it for <a href="http://swishygirl.blogspot.com/">Swishy</a> and then forgot to post it!kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-45058175855665472552008-12-16T07:54:00.004-05:002008-12-18T18:17:52.508-05:00No joyI had a great product, bids were going well and I ended the auction early and did not sell the dang train.<br /><br />I wish I could explain, but it has to do with my own freakishly strange nature and that is all I am going to say about that.kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18567889.post-84690436698187029912008-12-06T14:12:00.006-05:002008-12-06T14:32:30.351-05:00First comes boredom, then comes ebayI am playing my part in some kind of housewife stereotype right about now.<br /><br />Not that getting ones ebay on is a bad thing, but still -- if you only knew...<br /><br />I listed <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=230312547547">my first ebay </a>auction! With <a href="http://kayssimplelife.blogspot.com/">Kay's</a> assistance on the ebay advice hotline!<br />Sorry for all the !!! But my first auction, and blogger buddy contact -- it's the little things friends.<br /><br />I am completely and compulsively obsessed with my auction and "similar items" -- I'm fairly sure this is where the 'leaning toward something pathetic' feeling is coming from, but I can't seem to stop myself from checking on my item. I've got days to go and already I'm thinking of other things I could sell.<br /><br />I give things away because I hate a hassle and I like to give people free stuff because as a mom, I know how fun it is to get hand me down free stuff for the kids -- dump it forward. But now, now I have some kind of ebay fever, so we shall see.kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393608709089617036noreply@blogger.com12